You silly boy.
I know you find me beautiful.
I know you think i'm intelligent, witty and charming.
I know you think im interesting and complex.
I know that you see just how fragile i can be.
I know you want to know everything about me, to kiss the parts that hurt better.
I know you hate that other boys are competing with you for my attention, but resent them for it, not me.
I know that if I let you, you would take care of me.
I know that if I let you, you would fall in love with me.
You dont know that all this makes me embarrassed for you.
And I cant be with someone who embarrasses me.
You dont know that the idea of being anyones 'girl' makes me feel sick.
"Everyone, this is Tom's girlfriend".
You dont know that I hate you a little bit.
I wont lose my identity to a starry-eyed little boy.
See how you were wrong about me being all sweet and kind?
But maybe I'll prove you right;
Show me your strength.
Show me your integrity.
Show me who you are, instead of telling me how wonderful I am.
Show me you want me, not just the idea of perfect love.
If you do that, then maybe you can show me when you want me, how you want me.